The Purge

*Valentine* · 11-20-2014, 07:48 PM

Shrieks filled the air. Born of pain and terror, the cries were spread across the knolls on a brisk winter wind. Pausing atop a hill to catch his breath, Valentine stood with one massive paw pressed firmly into the neck of a pinned coyote. Stretched out behind him and disappearing into the distance, was a trail of violence. Crimson flecked the terra, its bright and cheery color contrasting sharply against the stark white snow. The brute himself was painted in shades of red. He panted heavily, his body relaxed, the coyote beneath him seemingly forgotten until it began to whimper. Glancing down at it, Valen absentmindedly reach down and closed his jaws around the base of its skull, permanently silencing it.

The coyotes had been circling since he drug the ram's carcass home. They stole in like shadows when he wasn't looking, tearing pieces from the corpse and then making off with the stole meal. Once he'd had enough of their thievery, the brute decided Imperium could benefit from a purging and he began the task shortly after making up his mind. Bodies in various mutilated states lay spread across the plains. He'd been careless with their deaths, inflicting it without thought to suffering or fear.

Soot tipped ears flicked to gather the sounds around him. What remained of the little band of scavengers was in hiding, cowering behind or beneath whatever cover they thought would protect them. The knolls were deathly silent.

Lifting his chin, Valentine let out a low summons for Cascade. It was time to see what she was made of.

"Speaking" "Thinking"

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